...Some Say In Ice: The Verkhoyan Range
The news from the south is good. Tjodulf is crushing the feeble Australian armies of a nation named Machaka with few casualties, and most of those amongst the undead. Either the Machakan armies have been fighting the star-spawned monsters leaving these shattered remnants of once proud armies or Australia is a mere outpost. Time will tell.
News from the east is even better. Angerboda’s magical scouting has revealed an site of ancient power in the Verkhoyan Range in the depths of Siberia. A site of such dread potential that she immediately absorbed the power of 80 air gems in order to cloud trapeze to me to bring me word in person.
A wise decision.
From her description, I am almost certain that I recognize the site. There stands a mountain, and within the mountain a lake, and within the lake an inverted mountain. And on the outside of the inverted mountain, at the very top, furthest into the depths of the earth, furthest from the water that surrounds the inverted mountain and laps at the interior, yes, on the very top in the bowels of the earth there is a crown of stones, and a crown of stars, and the weeping of the lost echoing down through the centuries. Time is fractured there, within the circle, as is reason, and none can say which thought is real and which is of the void. If it is so… If I am right… Then it is time. IT MUST BE SO.
My day has come.
Together we cloud trapeze to the Verkhoyan Range and ascend highest mountain, and we descend into its depths, slaying the guardians. And within the depths, a lake, and within the lake, an inverted mountain, and as we climb to its summit in the depths of the earth we behold the instrument of my destiny, the mighty Summoning Circle.
I send forth my will and the Skrattis gather, endless lines of midget virgins in their wake. Midgets in their hundreds are slain to reawaken the power of blood I once possessed and I laugh as the sweet taste of blood rekindles my heart of ice with joyous remembrance.
The blood flows so swiftly here, and sometimes backwards in time, but I am the stronger; I bend the Circle to my will, and by my power and that of my circle of Skrattis and by the blood of hundreds of midgets, I bring on the Illwinter.
Let the world know fear, fear and cold, as the days darken. The Illwinter is here and the Rimtursar are even now stirring in their eternal sleep.
It has begun.
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